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October 15, 2018
Tuesday Tales - Hazy
It`s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have a snippet from One-on-One, Cayuga Cougars #5,my current MM hockey romance WIP. This romance centers around Lancaster Hart, associate coach for the Cougars, and Townsend Harris, a mayoral aide. In today’s snippet Lancaster and Townsend are taking a tour of one the Finger Lakes many wineries for date number two!
Our word prompt today is “Hazy.”
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
After the cellar tour we were taken back upstairs and out to the tasting barn. The walls had been knocked out, and the roof replaced with old timbers. Half barrels filled with flowers were beside every thick old post holding up the roof. Long folding tables and chairs awaited us. Town and I sat down with two older couples who smiled warmly at us and chatted away as our tiny little cups of wine were filled with various flavors of the white wines Randy Rooster offered. Then we were presented with the reds. After each taste we took a sip of water. Town and I much preferred the sweeter reds to the tart whites. Crackers and cheese were placed on the tables, and we were given order forms to fill in, if we so desired, as we nibbled. We decided to place one order and he could just buy me dinner on the way home. “Get a bottle of the cherry,” Town leaned over my shoulder to supervise my box checking. “Oh and grab me one of the blackberry. Did you like the peach?”“I think so. I’ll get a peach and a blueberry. I better stock in some white though, Betty enjoys a nice Reisling.” I went along ticking boxes, Town’s warm body pressed to my side enjoyable. “Is your ex-wife coming to visit?” I looked from the wine list to my date. He wasn’t upset by the looks, just curious. “I think so.” I laid down the pencil we’d been provided with and placed a hand on the order form lest the wind off the lake blow it away. “I may have made the mistake of telling Betty about us.” His eyebrows flew up his brow. “I know, I was just…well, I was over the moon after our dinner last Sunday and she called and, hell, it just gushed out of me. I hope you’re not too mad.”He gave me a light kiss on the nose. “I’m not mad. I’m thrilled that I made you gush.”“You do. Every time I think about you I gush. That sounded dirty…” Town chortled. “Anyway, she told the kids and now they all want to meet you. I was waiting for the confirmation call that they’d booked flights before I told you. No need to get your tail in a kink if they didn’t show.”“They all want to meet me?!” His shock was evident, as was his worry. His brow furrowed instantly. “They don’t have to if you don’t want to. Lord knows I’m not thrilled to foist my family onto you after only two dates. Please, just say so and I’ll explain to them that—”“No, no, it’s fine. I was just unprepared. I’d like to meet them, your kids.” He recovered quickly I had to give him that. Must be all that political training of his. “And my ex-wife? How do you feel about that?” I glanced from Town to our tablemates. The two couples seated with us seemed quite interested in our conversation. Probably they were trying to work out how an obvious queer like me could have an ex-wife and kids. “Why don’t we go for a walk and finish this talk?” I pocketed the order list, stood up, and offered Town my hand. He got to his feet as well. We wished the old folks a fine day, linked hands, and strolled off. I led him to a nice little spot under a massive oak where we could look at Seneca Lake and let the winds off her choppy surface blow up and over us. The sky had a summery, hazy look to it. “So, Betty?” I nudged him a bit. His lips flattened. “Okay, I’m a little nervous about the ex-wife. That sounds kind of awkward.” I slid an arm around his waist, his solid frame snug to mine. “She’s not your usual ex. She’s incredibly happy for me, for us.” I waved a hand to indicate him and I. “With us dating, not that we’re a committed thing or such. Hell, this is a pot full of peppers.”He turned to look at me, his hands coming to my hips. “I think we can say that we’re dating. We are on a date, and I’m hoping we can go on others. Does that freak you out?”“Hell no! I’m signed up for as many dates as I can get. All I do is think about you, about how you make me feel, and how I long to make you feel the same for me.”“Kiss me.”
I was happy to oblige.
Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey
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October 14, 2018
Breakaway Issue # 10
I love Sunday mornings with Goog, Sam, and the rest of the Rush!
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October 12, 2018
October 8, 2018
Tuesday Tales - Green
It`s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have a snippet from One-on-One, Cayuga Cougars #5,my current MM hockey romance WIP. This romance centers around Lancaster Hart, associate coach for the Cougars, and Townsend Harris, a mayoral aide. In today’s snippet Lancaster is having a chat with his daughter.
Our word prompt today is “Green.”
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Did I say something to offend?” Town asked, lifting the nearly empty wine bottle and giving it a swirl before dumping the rest into our glasses. “Nope, not at all. Remind me to never eat cantaloupe then wash it down with wine,” I covered, hoping to get myself out of that funk I fell into whenever I looked back on my cowardice. I made a face to emphasize how sour the combination was. Town chuckled softly and nestled into the puffy swing cushion, his side tight to mine. We rocked, our toes dug into the soft green grass, our legs pushing back gently in perfect unison. “This is the most wonderful night that I’ve had in many a year.”“It’s pretty special, I agree.” I got bold and draped my arm around his shoulder. I’d not cuddled on a swing with a person for ages. The last time had been with Betty several years ago at her mother’s house. “My fingers are so sticky,” he murmured. Mine were too. “Who has the energy to get up and walk to the house to wash up?”“Not me. I’d be content to sit here and rock with you for the rest of my life.” He stiffened under my arm, his shoulders tightening up. “I didn’t mean…don’t take that the wrong way.”“Wrong way?”He sat up and looked at me, the moon painting the yard and his dark skin milky white. “Like I was pushing for something more.”“Ah, well that’s sorely disappointing because I was hoping for lots more. More dinners, more talking, more swinging, and lots more necking.” I reached up to touch his cheek. The rasp of his whiskers made me tremble with want. How long had I dreamed of feeling a man’s new beard under my fingertips? Too damn long. “That’s nice to know. Most men are so distant and commitment shy. Not that I’m asking for any kind of commitment! Shit, I shouldn’t drink so much wine.” I kissed him then, and it was sweet and hot and binding. Yes, binding, at least for me. “I’m not sure how most gay men do this whole dating thing. Maybe it’s all catting around for them, getting that itch scratched, but for me, it’s never been about sex first. For me, it’s about feeling that connection to another person then the sex. Could be I’m just an old-fashioned fool.”
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October 5, 2018
The Perils of Penelope Pantser Round Two
I am finally, finally, finally done with Touch of a Yellow Sun. Excuse me while I slither from my chair to the floor like an exhausted asp. *slips silently to floor*
The last time I had to rework a story to this degree was Open Net. That was all Sal’s fault. Good thing I love Augie’s man so much or I’d have been cross with him. I have a cubic butt-load of books to my credit, and most fly along at a remarkable speed. Not this one. And I know that all the serious plotters out there are giving me “That Look” and thinking that yes, anyone who writes as organically as I do, is a big ole fool. After numerous revisions, I might tend to agree with them. Pity my muse does not.
Actually, the problem with Yellow Sun wasn’t the story line, it was one character. Marek. Yeah, my leading man decided that midway through the book he had to change a few things about himself. Mostly having to do with how he and his mother interact. He put me through my paces, let me tell you. Then there was something he didn’t like about a pivotal plot point, and when you get to know Marek, you’ll understand what a bullhead he can be about things. So, we had to rewrite and move major portions of the book around to appease Mr. Man. *sighs*
That’s the curse of being an organic writer. Sometimes when you’re letting the characters decide how things run, they act up. Many will lead you down a side path that ends up somewhere south of “How Did We End Up Here?” and others will just flatly refuse to let the story flow. This was Marek. I should have known going in he’d be a bugger. He’s one of those players who loves to stir the pot. Obviously that stirring also extends to his creator. Thank goodness, Shey, our yogi and Marek’s love, was far easier to deal with.
Characters, sheesh!
Touch of a Yellow Sun, Colors of Love #2, will be available Feb.27th provided Marek doesn’t throw himself again. Here’s the working blurb to wet your whistle a wee bit.
It's been a rough couple of years for Marek Hafer, roaming hockey protagonist and pugilistic expert. Ending up in Berger Lake, Pennsylvania, on a financially unstable minor league team might just be the ending his wretched career deserves. On the other side of thirty, Marek knows his time on skates is dwindling. His goal now is to spend a few quiet years playing for the Berger Lake Badgers, knock a few helmets together as needed, and then call it quits before his salty personality gets him booted out of hockey permanently.
After a bloody encounter his first night on the ice, the Badgers coach suggests that Marek find a way to lower his violent tendencies before he’s sent packing yet again. That decree leads Marek to knock on the door of his next-door neighbor, Shey Pierson, the owner of Sun Touch Yoga Studio. Shey ticks every box Marek has with his soft blue eyes, flowing golden hair, and long limber legs. The only problem is that Shey is yin to Marek’s yang.
Can a man famed for throwing punches find serenity in the arms of a man known for his tranquil ways?
October 4, 2018
September Reads & Recs
Boy oh boy, I got to enjoy some marvelous books in September! Below are my reads for the month, all 4 or 5 stars and highly recommended. Hopefully you might find a new author or book to dive into!
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Kira Harp- Rainbow Briefs Volume 2 - YA LGBT Short Stories - 5 Stars
Amazon
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Leta Blake – Any Given Lifetime - MM Metaphysical Romance - 5 Stars
Amazon
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Susan Scott Shelley – Mad Scramble - MM Sports Romance - 5 Stars
Amazon
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Black Klansman – Ron Stallworth - Law Enforcement - 4 Stars
Amazon
October 3, 2018
October 1, 2018
Tuesday Tales - Debut
It`s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have a snippet from One-on-One, Cayuga Cougars #5,my current MM hockey romance WIP. This romance centers around Lancaster Hart, associate coach for the Cougars, and Townsend Harris, a mayoral aide. In today’s snippet Lancaster is having a chat with his daughter.
Our word prompt today is “Debut.”
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
Monday mornings are the same all over, I reckon. If you’re a bartender, a cop, a trash man, or an associate coach for an AHL team. Mondays are Mondays and daughter are daughters.
“…asked me what my daddy did for a living. When I told him he was all like, ‘Uh, well, I only pay attention to real sports’.”
Charity’s eyes, the same color of aged whiskey as mine and her twin brother Charles, snapped with irritation. I sat back in my chair, smiled at the dark-haired firebrand, and asked the all-important question.
“Did you tell him he could take a long walk off a short pier?”
She giggled, her smile lighting up my Monday in ways nothing else could. “I may have told him a few things that would make Grandma Marigold wash my mouth out with her famous lye soap.”
“That’s my girl,” I chuckled. Lord but I enjoyed these Skype calls with my children. Both were attending the University of Georgia, Charles majoring in biology while Charity pursued a career in political science. My son was happiest when looking through a microscope and my daughter was the family crusader, her goal to one day be the first female biracial Democratic governor of Georgia, our home state. Ever since Charity had made her debut in this world she’d been destined for great things, as had her brother. “As for your Grandma Marigold and her lye soap, I think you’re safe. Now me on the other hand…”
You could say that my ex mother-in-law had been a little put out with me for deciding to “turn” gay after being married to her daughter for close to twenty years. I’d been out and divorced from Bettina, Betty to all of us who knew and loved her, for going on two years now, and Marigold still gave me scorching looks at every family event.
Truth be told, my ex-wife had handled my coming out way better than her mother had. Different generation and all is part of that. Also, Betty told me she had strongly suspected my secret for many, many years. The lack of any viable love life after the twins had been born had been her first clue she had informed me. I’d been there, physically, on occasion, but emotionally? Nope. And I’ll always feel terrible for robbing her of those years. She could have been with someone who really wanted to bed her, not someone who was going through the motions to make himself feel just a little straighter, as if that were even possible. That would be like asking a frog to turn into a dachshund.
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September 29, 2018
An Erie Collection Cover Reveal
Cover Reveal - Coming October 24th
